I craft my body each morning
Stunted silhouette of cliche mantras printed on the bonnets of cars, each I love you my mother ever uttered and the top ten ways to lose that winter weight
I ***** my fingers on the edges of shards of mirror
But patch them up with the letters my grandmother sent me
Each morning I do this
Sculpting a makeshift form for myself
With the things I find along the way
And each night I tear it apart